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Mar 10, 2015 21:26:16 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 10, 2015 21:26:16 GMT
he shakes off her arm without much trouble. now he's pulling at his hair in front of her, but it doesn't clear his head. with a start, he scoffs.
"you're really fuckin' selfish," he sits up now, face inches from hers. "aren't you?" his voice is oddly calm, but his hand is shaking. he digs his nails automatically into his palms. it doesn't hurt enough. no.
he can't keep the challenge in his voice for long, so he turns to face the bar instead, asks for a shot and plants it in front of her with two fingers. it's a miracle it doesn't spill. "drink."
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Mar 11, 2015 20:43:21 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 20:43:21 GMT
tara doesn't physically recoil, but her stomach buzzes uncomfortably and suddenly she wants to throw up. because he doesn't get to say that to me. fucking hypocrite- the shot is in front of her and she looks at it, at the counter, but not at nathan. all at once she's angry with him, and it's not the kind of blind, powerful anger. it's the kind where your eyes sting and your hands shake. she grabs the shot and tips her head back, slams it back down on the counter when she's done. now she looks nathan in the eye. "you just want me to be as shitfaced as you're gonna be."NATHAN SAUNDERS shite posts wooooo |
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Mar 11, 2015 20:52:41 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 11, 2015 20:52:41 GMT
he forgets that he had a moment of honesty, because that happens all too often. he grins cheekily instead. tara blows up like a cartoon cat who can't get the mouse. and the cat continues to chase the mouse around his head until he washes it down with a shot on his own.
he mimics her slamming with his own glass, and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. laughter comes out in the form of broken sniggers.
"you're the one... who said you want'd to do somethin'," he shrugs. "what better?"
@tara
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Mar 11, 2015 21:03:01 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 21:03:01 GMT
and another, and another, and another still, until head is stable but the world around her is spinning, and the lights are pink and purple and yellow, blinding against the grey concrete. she looks up, head rested on nathan's shoulder, arm wrapped around his side. her shoes are gone before she realizes they're in her hand, and she giggles because - god, how stupid. it's funny; she's stupid drunk and it's funny. she looks up at the sky, where the city lights are brighter but less colorful than the club, and it's dark and she can't see any stars. she stumbles and falls forward, on her hands and scraping her knees. but she barely feels it because the lights are so bright, so pretty. "owww, hah. hah." she takes a deep breath. getting up is hard, the ground is cool and comfortable. NATHAN SAUNDERS shite timeskip post too lays down |
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Mar 11, 2015 23:21:31 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 11, 2015 23:21:31 GMT
obscenity. obscenity. he drinks twice and shied away from nothing. it's a sensation he doesn't realise he's nearly forgotten until it hits him with all its might. she's spinning in circles. or is it him? he can't tell. no amount of squinting or attempts at staying balanced on his own two feet provides him with an answer. the spectrum of colours eventually bleed together and it's a mess nathan is both transfixed by and annoyed with.
before he knows it, they're stumbling on the pavement and he knows it's tara's hair that's tickling his neck. it's tara's arm snacked around his side. he sighs, trying hard to maintain balance for the both of them. even in his drunk state, he knows when he's being relied on, even for just a short walk.
...too soon. nathan is wobbly, but it doesn't stop him from crouching at her height, staring impishly. he finally offers her a hand.
"can you get up?" he slurs, eyes barely open. he then turns to offer his back to her, in a move he didn't even process properly.
@tara shite
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 4:42:17 GMT
nathan hunched over like that reminds her of leapfrog, so she holds onto his elbow for balance while she gets on her feet. getting onto his back seems as difficult as climbing a mountain, but she manages, fancying herself a perfect little spider monkey as she she wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes his hips with her thighs. "superman," she slurs, speaking right next to nathan's earlobe. "come to save a damsel in... trouble, huh?" she rests her chin on his shoulder and looks up again. "i... missed you."NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 12, 2015 18:21:36 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 12, 2015 18:21:36 GMT
a half worded protest barely leaves his lips, because she soon clambers onto him and he carefully gets up on his feet, very nearly stumbling onto the floor, and after that it's as if he's climbing up hill. she's not heavy, but he doesn't like the fact that he doesn't know whether or not she'd gotten lighter or not. not for sure, anyway.
it's cold, the air could form icicles if it wanted to, and so he becomes inevitably hyper aware of her body heat. it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. he feels sick, he's light headed, and he's sure as hell it's not the alcohol, but he'll play the blame game because he has to.
even in his state of half consciousness, he manages a shaky, uneasy laughter.
"if you say something like that," picking his thoughts up from his head is like reciting the times table on a rollercoaster. but then his voice is suddenly grave, and colder than the night air.
"i'll never let you... leave me again."
@tara did i overhype it
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Mar 12, 2015 20:34:48 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 20:34:48 GMT
tara takes a breath and doesn't let it go. nathan suddenly feels farther away than ever, even though she can feel the rise and fall of his chest and his breath on her forearm. it's very sad - overwhelmingly sad, and she hates the sick, guilty feeling in her gut. she squeezes him tighter, mouth shut because she can't think of anything to say that'll make it okay. it's not okay. it's not okay. i don't want to.NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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